Sunday, December 15, 2013

Sometimes Called Home

respectability comes crashing in,
like an amusement park
roller coaster ride,
reaching unfathomable peaks
on the way
to cold black depths,
hanging on for her sake alone,
because she deserves more,
but this is all you can give;
so you do;
praying the whole time
that she’ll survive,
in spite of the odds,
leaving this place behind (forever),
taking that
which you never could;
or would;
soaring with golden eagles,
high above this world
where insects crawl,
proud and strong,
on winding roads
less traveled,
free from this prison
sometimes called home.
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